Greetings from HELL.

at least the internet connection's awesome.

so we went for breakfast.

one of the only good things about singapore:

Pork.

yes.

and i have noticed that the alien clone dad has the exact same antics as the actual one.

they have studied him well.

so, anyway, the alien clone parents have gone to the M.O.E.

or otherwise, the Ministry Of Education.

for my brother.

not me.

"Thank you god!! XD"

singapore really is hell.

i will tell you why.

there's this AMAZING italian buffet place.

lasagna. fettuccine. carbonara.

i always stuff myself.

and of course, there are the relatives.

who absolutely adore me.

they love taking me out for meals.

a LOT of meals.

and if i say i can't eat anymore they give me that sad, doe-eyed, relative look.

i can't wait to get out of here.

Welcome To HELL.

singapore.

and how did i survive the trip?

mainly thanks to blink 182 and the killers.

oh, and about a hundred repeats of "iris".

and why am i in singapore when PTA is tomorrow?

here's how it went down:

Mom: We're going to Singapore this weekend.

Vic: WHAT?! But there's PTA on Saturday!!!!

Mom: So? You only failed math.

My parents have been abducted by aliens.

and have been replaced by these super awesome clones.

and what does a truly loving, loyal daughter do?

take advantage of the situation.

Vic: Mooooooooooomm? Can I get a Wiiiiiiiiiiii??

Mom: Go ask your father.

okay.

Vic: Paaaaaaaaaaaaa....? Can I get a Wiiiiiiiiiiii?

Pa: No.

damn.

Songs I keep on singin.

IT'S STILL STUCK IN MY HEAD!

whyyyyyyyyyyy?!

i'm talking, of course, about Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.

listened to it about five times on the way back home.

listened to it three times more on my laptop.

just. can't. get. enough.

make that four times on my laptop.

"and i don't want the world to see me

cos i don't think that they'd understand

when everything's made to be broken

i just want you to know who i am."

I HATE MATH.

i feel a lot better now.

thank you blogger.com.

Weekends.

so it's sunday.

and we always start off with golf.

always.

my arm hurts, but my plea goes unheard.

after golf, we eat nasi lemak at the main lounge.

my coach's car wouldn't start.

my dad rushes off to save the day.

we bitch about this asshole who hates junior golfers.

i think we should all give him a good kick in the nuts.

if he has any.

we then visit my grandparents.

in our sweaty, muddy, golf attire.

we then bitch about the chopping down of the rambutan tree.

which has been there since the beginning of time.

or since my great grandmother.

lunch.

we had fish head.

no pictures.

william was messing around with the fish.

which had about a billion bones.

and one of them just had to land in my glass of water.

caught between laughing my ass off and screaming to wake the dead,

i decide to do both.

at the same time.

so between loud giggles,

i complain.

william tells me to quit my whining.

this coming from the boy who yells "get it away from meeee!" when confronted with a spider.

there was this one time,

there was a cockroach on the wall.

right over his bed.

i have never screamed that loud.

not even when i saw a rat in the middle of the road.

with its guts splatted everywhere.

i actually thought it was pretty awesome.

but!

even better.

my neighbour saw an oil tanker skid off the road.

into a ravine.

WOW.

i swap glasses when william isn't looking.

he takes a good, long, gulp.

i love my little brother.

Erik.

after over a year of separation, my baby and i were reunited...

for about fifteen minutes.

he has been mistreated.

he's out of tune, scratched, humiliated.

but i continue to adore him.

truly.

madly.

deeply.

absence does make the heart grow fonder.

next time,

i'm bringing my camera.

i miss Erik.

so very very much.

i have also realised that i cannot watch the asian food channel.

it makes me extraordinarily hungry.

and i'm not going to Singapore this week.

*cheers like an insane person*

XD

and more.

we know only freakishly lame people pose with apples.

but we couldn't care less.

in other news, i have discovered a new passion for zebrahead.

awesomeness.